Gemotions

The morning sun, filtered through the kitchen window, warmed Martha's face as she sipped her tea. The quiet hum of the refrigerator was the only sound. She reached for the crossword, a familiar comfort, the pencil gliding effortlessly across the newsprint. A gentle smile touched her lips as she considered the clue, "A state of rest, five letters." The first floor apartment suddenly erupted with a cacophony of hammering. Martha flinched, the pencil nearly slipping from her grasp. She sighed, a small puff of air escaping her lungs, and set down her tea, the tranquility shattered.